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[5kape]

Remember me?

Who let the beast loose?!?? ITS BEASTING ALL OVER THE PLASE NOW ANd he’s going to Arthur again. Great.

[hdmiports]

meanwhile in willow creek… (oasis springs)

[scvlly]

I finally caved and drew some shae’zel… I love them *so much*. I’m reading every fic in the tag like it’s my goddamn job.

[hwasoup]

Tale As Old As Time

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art credit: Marbipa

OMG GUYS IM SOSOSO SORRY FOR SUCH A DELAY, COLLEGE REALLY DEVOURED ME IN THE MOMENT. AND TUMBLR REMOVED THE OPTION TO MAKE THE TEXT YELLOW...SO THE COLOR WILL NOW BE ORANGE. However, this is a double update week bc I owe you guys bc of your amazing patience with me!! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter

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warnings: talking objects, borderline assault, Canis Lupus

word count: 3.3k

Chapter 4: Dinner is served

However, in the village’s small tavern….

“UGH, WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS ?!” 

“Uhh Ben, chill out here you’re drunk.” Eddie says, while trying to take away his beer. Ben looks at Eddie extremely furious and annoyed “So? don’t you see that- that woman has messed with the wrong MAN ?!!” Eddie winces at his words a little and says “erm…. sure…let's say that she did.” Ben, who was moping in front of the tavern’s fireplace, takes another swig of his beer. “Dismissed, publicly humiliated, How DARE she! Nobody says NO to ME!” he says in a growl. Eddie sighs and rolls his eyes a bit and cracks his knuckles. “Well, you’re not a bad person... And besides forget her, you have tons of admirers in this tavern anyways” he says with a remark. Ben groans “Ugh, EDDIE LISTEN... My rustic cabin, my latest kill roasting itself on the fire, the children playing with the dogs ...and a pretty wife rubbing my feet…And what does Y/N say?? she says NO” he says throwing his beer into the fire.

The flame bursts a bit startling Eddie, but he proceeds to maintain his composure. “Listen to me ben…listen to the tavern…they’re all here because they’re admirers of you...” One man yells “NOBODY BITES LIKE BEN OR CAN WIN AT CHESS LIKE HIM” 

Another man yells “HE CAN EASILY WIN SPIT CHALLENGES” The tavern eventually comes together as they spew out all of their favorite qualities of ben. Especially the women, all of them gushed over his blonde hair, his brawn, his charm, and even his chest hair. (for some reason) Ben’s mood lifts and he smiles as he cheers along with the tavern of the glorification of his achievements and assets. People get together and eventually dance and drink as a small trio plays some music to add more to the cheerful atmosphere. Ben sits beside some ladies and brags about the number of eggs he eats in the morning. “TEN CHEERS FOR BEN RILEY !!” the tavern yells After a while of just fooling around, with a brightened mood Ben sits back in his lavish chair and looks at Eddie “that was very fun, thank you… but how come not a single woman has approached you?” Eddie chuckles and simply scratches his hair “well…I’ve been told I'm either too bored or too clingy .... I have no idea why though...” Ben just stares at him and clears his throat, looking back at the crackling fire.

Suddenly, the joy got sucked out of the room when Mauricio came waddling in tattered clothes, unruly hair, and barefoot. “SOMEONE, PORFAVOR QUE ME AYUDEN!!” The people in the tavern whispered to each other as they stared at him. Mauricio runs towards Ben and other customers in the tavern as he yells “SHE’S LOCKED IN A DUNGEON, EL LO TIENE CAPTIVA !!” 

A man asked, “but who?” Mauricio looks at this man with his eyes filled with fear “...who?... WHO?? MY DAUGHTER Y/N< WE HAVE TO GO SAVE HER NOW !!” Ben raises an eyebrow and looks at Eddie as he tries to stifle a laugh, not believing his words. He gets up and approaches Mauricio and pats his back “calm down Mauricio, now tell me… who is it that has Y/N locked in a dungeon?” 

“UN MONSTRUO! A BEAST !!” 

Crickets could be heard in the entire tavern as it went silent… 

The entire tavern bursted into laughter at the idiocy of his words. 

“Lemme guess! He’s a huuuggee BEAST.” 

“HE’s got an UGLY MOUTH WITH TEETH” Mauricio in his fears nods his head vigorously as he confirms each person’s questions about his so-called ‘beast’. He looks around and trips and falls on the wooden floor “Will you help me?” he asks with tears in his eyes.  Ben rubs his chin as he rolls his eyes as he decides to say something sympathetic to him “alright, alright, Mauricio relax, we’ll help” Poor Mauricio looked up with hope in his eyes as he thanked Ben for his courage to step up and help him. It didn’t last too long since he shortly got thrown out of the tavern by the owner due to his “madness.” 

Little did he know that Ben was already devising a plan with Mauricio’s plea for help…that may or may not have to do with marrying his daughter.

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On the other hand in the Castle..

After what seemed to be a few hours after that nasty confrontation with Miguel, A starving Y/N emerges from her room. She looks around as to see if she would see Miguel, but she ultimately decides that he has very much retired to his room. Wherever it may be. As she walked down the halls, she didn't notice the sound of giggling coming from behind a curtain.

“Miles nooo, stay away” 

“Ok but I just wanna hug, Gwen” “Miles, the last time you hugged me, you literally burned my feathers” she says with a sigh. Miles sighs and just pouts “It’s not my fault you got turned into a feather duster, ok?” Gwen rolls her eyes and chuckles at his antics. Miles then looked up as he heard the sound of footsteps and his flame burst a bit more “Hey look !!” he says pointing at Y/N “she emerged !!” He left Gwen in a hurry as he quickly hopped his way to Y/N as he followed her to the kitchen. In the kitchen, Peter was putting Mayday to sleep in the cupboard. Once she fell asleep, Peter closed the cupboard only to spot the cook, who was angrily huffing his stove top with fire as he whined over his cooking going to waste. Peter sighed “shh, come on I just put the little one to sleep, it’s been a long day.” Lyla however hops in and sighs “Honestly, I think she was just being headstrong, I mean...Miguel did say PLEASE” Peter sighs and says, “Really Lyla? you know that Miguel has a temper…and if he doesn’t control it, things won’t work out for him.” 

They were interrupted when Y/N walked in. “Hey, you showed up, a little late but that counts!” Peter says. Lyla turns around and greets her “Hello, I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves, I'm Lyla, you already know Peter of course, and in the back over there trying to get everyone in check is Jess and-” Miles butted in the conversation as he smiled at Y/N “and I’m Miles, nice to meet you senorita” he says wiggling his eyebrows. Jess waddled over smiled at Y/N “If you need anything to make your stay more comfortable just tell us honey” “Well ....I am hungry,” Y/N says with a sheepish smile. Peter grins and starts directing the kitchen to quickly cook something up for her. Lyla escorts her to the dining room, while Jess sighs “ok, but we have to be as quiet as possible, or else Miguel will flip. Miles just hops around happily as he says “aw come on, we gotta get Pav here! Actually, Imma go get him” he says as he hops off out the kitchen. 

A little while later, Miles came back with a large piano, “come on Pav, you haven’t played for someone in forever!” Pav smiles as he warms up quickly playing his keys “yep i’m all good” Jess walks in and spots him “Please…play quietly” Pav looks at Jess with the biggest stank face he has gave her “oh no yea..sure..softly… are there ANY more tasteless remarks to my artistry?” Jess says no and walks off back into the kitchen. In the dining room, Y/N was quietly sitting until she saw Miles come up to the table with a smile. He signals to Gwen who’s hovering over the window with a mirror to create a form of stage lights. Pavitir is playing his tunes, and Miles looks at her and smiles happily “It is our pride and pleasure that we all welcome you here tonight. Stay seated in your chair as you relax, enjoy what you see, as the dining room proudly presents…. your dinner!” Y/N smiles in amazement at all of the food that has been placed on the table, she had never seen so many foods from different regions in such a long time. If she had to be honest, it was better than the cooking she had seen from the local restaurant back at the village. She was handed a napkin by Miles, and she took it and placed it onto her lap to catch any food that would hypothetically stain her dress and fall to the floor. Each dish was kind enough to explain to her what each dish was. She had some gray stuff, Beef ragout, Chilaquiles, Asopao de Pollo, Arepas, Mofongo, Congri, Tequenos, Tostones, Pupusas, Camarones al ajillo, Quesadillas, and even Enchiladas. She had never tasted such a culinary cabaret in her life before. As Y/N ate, she chatted with Miles for a bit as he told her how it has been 10 years since they had a guest like her. She chatted with Gwen a bit and found out she’s the feather duster that snuck into her suite while she was busy crying to collect the dust that was piling up. She learned that Lyla is actually a relative of Miguel and learned about all the staff as well. Y/N found herself creating a friendly bond amongst the staff as she happily ate to her heart’s delight. Peter came in after a while on his serving cart with some tea for her to drink “one lump or two?” he asked. Y/N giggled ��Just one please” She takes a cup and sips it as she sighed in content as the soothing flavor of the tea. 

After Y/N ate her fill she clapped in awe “this was wonderful, please give my compliments to the chef!” Jess smiled at her from a distance and looked at her minute and hour hand. “Oh dear, look at the time…it seems to me we should all get some sleep” She approaches Y/N and tries to escort her back. “Oh, but Jess…after such a meal, I can’t just go to sleep, besides it is my first time in such an enchanted castle...” Jess nervously laughed and looked around trying to divert her attention, “oh why who would say such a thing..I mean-” Lyla hopped in and heard what they said “Yyyyyeeeaaa…. totally not enchantteeeddd” she says to Y/N. Jess turns around to look at l

Lyla and muttered “it better not have been you” Lyla looked at her in shock at her accusations and was definitely going to retaliate until Y/N diffused the situation. “Oh guys please…I figured it out myself...” she says with a smile. She then gets up from the chair and approaches the door “I hope you both don’t mind If I look around, if that’s okay” Lyla perked up and hopped to her “wanna tour girlie ?” “AH AH AH…. we can’t let her... She might you know... go someplace else?” Jess says sternly. Y/N giggles as she looks down at Jess’s frown “aww come on, I bet you know a lot about the castle…how about if you tell me all about it?” Jess sighs as she gives in “alright then...”  —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

An hour later…

Jess was happily giving her knowledge of the castle, adding her expertise and explaining how old the castle truly was. She gave some stories on how she lived in the castle, as well as her years of service. Y/N looked around in awe as she marveled at each painting and each intricate design of the castle. It might have looked scary at first, but now that she’s taking a closer look. The castle itself is truly beautiful.  They passed by a hall of empty armor, each head turning around to take a peek at Y/N, finding her curiosity quite charming. Jess heard the squeaks of the rusty armor and turned around and with a silent hiss “Turn Around”

She looked back to her direction and noticed that Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Jess wanders around until she spots her trying to go up the west wing. “Lyla damnit go stop her !” Lyla notices and hops as quickly as she could to stop Y/N from going any further, Jess running along behind her. The two eventually reach Y/N and stand in front of her making halt gestures. “What’s up there?” she asked. Sheepish smiles were both seen on both women’s faces as they try to make up some excuses.

 “Oh nothing there just storage, Rubbish, Dusty, Boring, absolutely nothing in the west wing” Lyla says Y/N chuckles as she was able to trick them and says in a coy voice “Oh so THAT'S, the west wing” Jess groans in frustration and looks at Lyla “nice going idiot...” Y/N keeps on staring up the stairs as she wonders what Miguel is truly hiding in the west wing.  The two women then started blabbering as they started to try and convince her to go and see the library. She nods and slowly follows them until she notices that they sped so quickly that they were almost down the hall. She took this opportunity and quickly tiptoed up the stairs and into the West Wing.

The more she went up the stairs, the more she noticed how the hallway had cracks, claw marks, shattered mirror pieces, and broken gargoyle statues. Y/N looked around a little concerned and debated if she should stop. However, her curiosity got the best of her nature, and she kept on going. She eventually made it to the top and walked down a hall to two double doors. “This must be Miguel’s room” she whispered to herself. Y/N looks back behind her just in case Jess followed her but didn’t see anyone. With a deep breath she slowly opened the doors and walked in to see an almost dilapidated room. Everything was broken or at least about to shatter. “Probably from his anger issues” she says softly to herself. After walking inside and looking around she spots a portrait, she slowly approaches it to see claw marks on it. She couldn’t make out who the man painted in the portrait is, but she could tell that he was handsome, but what struck her the most was his piercing crimson eyes. 

She then turned around to notice the window completely open and a table with a mirror and a beautiful glowing rose. Amazed at its beauty she took the glass encasing off of the rose and watched how it sparkled, it was mesmerizing. Y/N then reaches a hand to touch the rose but stops as she feels a shadow loom over her. She looked up and gasped in shock to see Miguel.  He angrily huffed at her and snarled as he quickly made his way to reach for the rose’s glass encasing and protectively covered it. Miguel then slowly looked at Y/N with such rage in his eyes and blocks her from the rose “Porque Viniste” Y/N slowly stepped back as she raised her arms to protect herself from harm without realizing. “I’m..I’m Sorry” she says softly. Miguel growled and rolled his eyes “Sorry? I warned you to NEVER COME HERE” Y/N flinched and moved back even more “I didn’t mean any harm; I Apologize if I offended you” Miguel enraged clenched his paw into a fist “DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE?” He takes his anger on a broken chair and punches it. “I- No, Please, stop” she said worriedly. 

“LARGATE DE AQUI” 

Y/N didn’t hesitate and ran out as quickly as she could. Miguel raged and punched anything in his sight that was breakable in his room. His eyes widened as he realized he scared her off again. His heart ached at his own actions, and he lowered his head in shame feeling just awful about himself and worried for her...

Y/N on the other hand has made a run for it and somehow found her coat as she was running down the stairs. Miles was playing chess with Pav and spotted Y/N running “HEY, Y/N!! Where are you going ?!” Y/N looked back at them and fearfully said “Promise or not, I can’t stay here for another minute!” She left the castle and, in a hurry, looked around for the stables and found her dear old Felipe, despite the heavy blizzard that was occurring outside she managed to saddle him up and rode him away and out of the castle grounds into the black forest. 

After a while of horseback, she realized that she had no idea where to go, everything was covered in snow. Felipe whinnied and panicked as he fidgeted left and right where to go. Y/N tried to calm the horse down but gasped in terror when realizing there was a pack of hungry and vicious wolves ready to hunt them for their next meal. Felipe regained his control and immediately turned back to the castle’s direction to run away from the wolves. Y/N grasped tightly onto the reins and tried maneuvering Felipe through the woods. The wolves nipped at Felipe’s legs, and he would only run faster. Y/N was hyper focused in getting away that she didn’t completely register the frozen lake in front of her. The two fell in with a splash in the icy water, Y/N kept on holding onto the reins and Felipe quickly swam to the other side, the wolves still following behind. Eventually the other half of the pack caught up to both Y/N and Felipe in the front and spooked them, Y/N fell off the horse’s back and Felipe’s reins got stuck onto a tree branch. 

Y/N quickly got up from the snowy ground and found the nearest thick stick that she could find and stood in front of Felipe to help protect him. She swung the stick left and right, battling the canines on her own, but the stick was split in half when one of the wolves' sharp teeth gnawed into it. Y/N stood there in shock not knowing what to do..she was about to get eaten along with her beloved horse. A wolf leaped out of nowhere and took a bite of her coat, throwing her off her balance and making her fall to the ground. She screamed in terror, as another wolf leaped at her ready to bite. Until she heard a loud thud from the wolf’s body and a loud roar. She looked up and saw Miguel who stood beside her and protected her with his large body on top of her. He then jumped away from her leading the wolves far from her reach and fought them on his own, he scratched, bit, he harmed, and almost killed. 

The wolves, intimidated by his dominant presence, whimpered and scurried away from him.  Miguel let out one final growl until he looked directly at Y/N, his eyes showed relief that she was fine, but quickly rolled behind his head as he weakly fell down onto the cold icy ground. He was bleeding with many bites and scratches from the wolves. He panted heavily as the pain from his wounds slowly enveloped him. Y/N was going to take advantage to run away but stopped…she would be no better than a crude human to leave him out there. He saved her life…and she owed him. She slowly walked away from Felipe and kneeled down to Miguel and whispered. “Hey, I know it hurts…but you have to help me...” 

She was able to somehow get Miguel to stand up and mount the horse. His body however limped on it as he was too weak to sit properly on the horse. Y/N bit her lip in worry as she took off her coat and wrapped it over Miguel’s wound. 

Y/N slowly united Felipe’s reins from the tree branch and slowly led him back to the castle.

With the beast on his back.

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[verseandrhyme]

TOA Anniversary Munday

Thanks Neffi!

Name: Vivi

Pronouns: They/Them

Birthday (no year): December 22nd

Where are you from? What is your time zone? Canada, TOA Standard Time.

How long is your roleplay experience? I've been roleplaying on Tumblr specifically for about 9 years now, but on the internet as a whole since I was first let on here unsupervised so who knows. If I had friends to play with as a kid, probably a lot sooner irl too.

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? I think it was first through Gaia Online roleplay forums for Kingdom Hearts, then later I moved to Quizilla where I was actually kinda semi-popular.

How were you introduced to TOA? Ree showed up in my dms and said "quit modding FERP. Join my new server." and then later that month I was there.

Do you have any pets? No, but I have two cats back home with my parents.

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) Fall and early Spring, because most of my wardrobe is geared towards then.

What is your IRL occupation? Customer Support Specialist for a video game company, but I just transferred out of Quality Assurance.

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? Video games in general, musical theatre, mythology, fairy tales.

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Suikoden, Persona, Planet Zoo/Zoo Tycoon, Eiyuden Chronicles, In Stars and Time, I can go on forever.

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Fire and Vulpix.

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! (Optional bonus challenge: if you filled this out last year, try not to repeat what you said back then!)

I trained in theatre and studied sword fighting/stage combat.

I'm allergic to peanuts.

The doctor told my mom to avoid all nuts as a result, and aside from the Nutella they made me eat during my latest test, I have yet to eat any nuts willingly.

I have multiple scars on my right knee.

My mom lost me on a cruise ship when I was 4.

How did you get into Fire Emblem? My friend was playing Awakening and would let me try it, but not let me make any save files, so I played the first few maps over and over until I was able to eventually get my own copy and make it past the first three chapters.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? Tellius games, Awakening, Fates games, Shadows of Valentia, Warriors Games, Three Houses/Hopes, and Engage.

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: First: Awakening! Favorite: Fates!

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! Setsuna, Mitama, Saber, Reyson, Yunaka.

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! Gaius! It was on sight I completely abandoned my plans to S-rank Frederick for him. It's the VA, he keeps getting me like this.

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳 Crushes, no.

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: Gaius / probably still Gaius - Fates: Kaden/Laslow/Silas / Ryoma/Kaze/Setsuna - Three Houses: Ferdinand/Seteth/Sylvain(?)/Claude / idk probably the same - Engage: Pandreo / Still Pandreo but also Yunaka, Gregory, Diamant, Rafal, [...]

Favorite Fire Emblem class? Thief!

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? I want to be one of those incredibly stupid villager units that you have to keep alive but keep running towards the enemy.

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran) Black Eagles.

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? Boons: Swords, Gauntlets. Bane: Heavy Armor, Flying.

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon) uuuuh Firene.

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) Separate letters.

Current TOA muses: Mitama, Yunaka.

Past TOA muses? Bernadetta, Saber, Setsuna, Charlotte, Sylvain. I'm probably forgetting someone.

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Bernadetta! I think I'm satisfied with what I did with her, she can rest.

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) People who say one thing but mean another and won't communicate their feelings clearly. This doesn't say anything about me as a person.

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? I want to try an antagonist at some point but I lack the emotional willpower to go up to three muses for long. I also don't think I could handle writing a lord or someone important, I like my guys who don't matter.

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) I don't know how to explain this because it's v vibe base. I like when there's emotional tension. I like seeing interactions between other characters weave together. I like building towards something bigger. Scenes where someone breaks and finally talks about something they've been holding back.

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? I want to force Yunaka to talk about her past with people I want that shit to get dragged out to the open I want that shell cracked open to the meat baby.

Favorite TOA-related memories? Happyland2024 was a lot of fun and I'm glad that was my first lore event back, I had a great time with everyone. Team Justice will always be dear to me, as that was the moment that really got me hooked on TOA. Getting Nat's Innes' name in babe hunt just to beat Lilly's Cynthia and Lilly's reaction always makes me laugh.

Present or past tense? Lately I've been doing present more but the thing about me is that if I stop thinking for two seconds I change tense without noticing.

Normal size text, small text, no preference? Normal text, but lately I've just been matching whatever other people cook.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 Saber quieted back down, sorry guys. I still think about trying Peri one day, and I would like to try and see if Setsuna vibes again because I miss her. I thought about Louis out of nowhere the other day, that was weird.

[levisrockets]

intro, stats, personal info '⏑' — masc wl

⊹𝅄⠀info

�� im levi (he/him), currently 15 and new to tumblr !

i was in twt but now its banned in my country (brazil), so i went to the next best spot for motivation > < ive gone thru healthy wl already (78kg -> 68kg) but i havent been healthy in a long time (╥﹏╥) i dont think i have an ed (?) but im trying to go thru extreme wl, so i figured this is a good place for that !

⊹𝅄⠀stats

height: 170cm / 5'7 ft sw: 64.8kg / 143 lbs (about 5 weeks ago) cw: 62.2kg / 137 lbs gw: 54 kg / 119 lbs ugw: 50 kg / 110 lbs daily intake: ≈ 800 cals

⊹𝅄⠀extra

★ im very dedicated to studying + really serious about my (future) career (hence the name of the blog) so ill be updating on my studies here as well !

★ im fine with eating between 700-900 cals, not that fine with 1000-1300 and 1400+ or 600- is a big no !

i won't be super restrictive with amount, id rather watch the actual quality and just eat healthy

★ my biggest challenges are:

my mom (very overweight and unfortunately doesnt care), my grandmother (gives me lots of sweets), myself > < (i eat way too much fast food), social anxiety (no gym for me) and sugar !

★ unfortunately i dont ever get to skip lunch,

but i often fast (usually for either 12 or 18 hours) and skip breakfast, dinner or both !

★ me and future me:

thank you for reading . . .

[psychics4unet]

Hello. What can i do to stop aphrosite's lower self from doing bad things to me like worsening my looks and charm?

Hey! Let’s take a look into the crystal ball 🔮✨ and see how you can protect yourself from Aphrodite’s lower self and maintain your looks and charm.

Firstly, it’s important to remember that self-care and self-love are your best allies here. Aphrodite's lower self might try to cast shadows, but by focusing on your own well-being and self-worth, you can counteract those negative influences 🌟. Here are a few things you can do:

Practice Self-Love: Regularly affirm your own beauty and value. Speak kindly to yourself and appreciate your unique qualities 🌸. Positive affirmations and self-acceptance can counteract any negative energy.

Protective Rituals: Consider engaging in rituals or practices that help shield you from negative energies. This could be carrying protective crystals like black tourmaline or amethyst, or using cleansing herbs like sage or palo santo to clear your space and energy 🛡️✨.

Maintain Healthy Habits: Take care of your physical and emotional health. Exercise, eat nourishing foods, and stay hydrated. A balanced lifestyle can enhance your natural charm and appeal 💪🌿.

Set Boundaries: If you’re feeling overwhelmed by negative energies, it’s okay to set boundaries with people or situations that may be contributing to this feeling. Protect your space and energy 🧘‍♀️.

Seek Guidance: If the negative effects persist, consider seeking guidance from a trusted psychic or spiritual advisor who can provide additional insights and support 🌈🔮.

Remember, you have the power to maintain and enhance your own charm and beauty. Stay focused on your self-care and positive affirmations, and you’ll be able to overcome any challenges.

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[cryptidsurveys]

Monday, July 8th, 2024.

How would you describe your journey so far in your 20s? It would be rather difficult to overstate it: my 20s were hell. As was the first portion of my 30s. Call it an exercise in drowning. Of surfacing occasionally, gasping for air, only to find myself repeatedly submerged beneath the waves. And when I finally woke up on some unknown shore, it felt like nothing more than a deathly dream, a last, desperate hallucination. Even so, I stumbled forward; and by degrees, I realized I was awake, alive…perhaps even okay. What failed to kill me didn't necessarily make me stronger, but it didn't break me, either. There was a new land, a new life ahead of me, beckoning me to explore it if I dared. And so I did, and so I am, and so continues this story I once thought was over.

What role does music play in your life, and are there any songs or artists that have had a significant impact on you? I often find music to be overwhelming, although to a lesser extent than in the past. There was just something about the atmosphere, the lyrics, or whatever that struck at my core or gave rise to emotions that were entirely too much to bare. Instead of being a healing thing, like it seems to be for so many others, it was like torture. These days, I can stand to listen to classical music on my drive to/from the animal shelter, as well as the (typically) classic rock station while I'm there, plus a bit of other stuff now and then. There are still songs that get to me, but I'm better at brushing them off.

As for artists that had a significant impact on me, the biggest one would probably be Kent. I listened to them obsessively in my early 20s. I'm honestly not sure what it was about them; I don't vibe with them the same way I used to, but something must have really resonated with me because they were basically all I would listen to for a while there.

Are there any specific goals or aspirations you have for your future? How do you plan to work towards them? I don't have any great ambitions. I just want to be more self-reliant and capable of supporting myself independently. I want to live in a small apartment, work at the animal shelter where I currently volunteer, and appreciate the sacred mundanity of life. Perhaps one day my scope will widen, and I will desire more for myself; but for now, simple existence feels like a blessing.

How do you prioritize self-care and maintain your mental well-being in your daily life? I stick very closely to a daily/weekly routine. I try to eat fairly healthily, and as close to "enough" as I can manage. I try to keep on top of the housecleaning. I get a good dose of socialization at the animal shelter, or at the very least, the presence of other people. And I give myself plenty of time to rest, to just be, to be nothing to anyone or anything.

What are some activities or hobbies that bring you joy and help you relax? Creating art, scrolling through Tumblr and updating my autumn blog (ephemeral-autumn), spending time in nature, listening to podcasts, vlogs, and docu-style YT videos (with some brain rot trash thrown in there as well, for good measure), reading (when I actually bother to do it), cuddling with my kitties, chatting with my dad, etc.

Have you ever faced any challenges related to mental health? How do you cope with them? Oh boy, have I ever. It's easier to cope now. I really don't know what changed. Maybe certain lessons just accumulated until they clicked. I just try to adhere to the self-care activities I mentioned above, have patience with myself, and take things one day at a time.

How do you define love and what does it mean to you personally? Asking me to define love is like asking me to define God. I just can't do it. I mean, I'm still learning how to love myself. Progress is agonizingly slow, but maybe one day, I'll finally be able to say, "I understand."

What qualities do you look for in a partner or potential significant other? Get back to me at some undetermined point in the future. I just don't feel like I'm at all ready to contemplate a serious romantic relationship. I'm not even sure I'm ready for close friendships. Acquaintances and coworkers are about all I can handle at the moment.

How do you navigate dating in the modern world, especially with the influence of technology and social media? I can't see myself ever resorting to online dating. I'd rather meet someone ~in the wild~. Maybe I'm closing myself off from meeting a potential soulmate, but honestly, the near equivalent to blind dating has never really been my thing. When it comes to the influence of tech and social media in general, well, idk. I guess I'll navigate it the same way I do the rest of life, seeing as it's the water we're all swimming in at this point.

What are your thoughts on marriage and starting a family? Is it something you envision for yourself? Despite everything I've said above, there is still part of me that hopes for a life-long partner. However, children are absolutely out of the question.

How do you maintain a healthy work-life balance and prevent burnout? I don't have a job-job. I only volunteer part time, approximately 20hrs a week, so I have a lot of time to myself. Even so, it's still a bit difficult to manage my energy levels, which are nothing like normal, so I do have to balance it out with housework, errands, free time, sleep, etc.

Are there any specific skills or areas of knowledge you would like to develop or improve upon? I want to get better at social interactions and become capable of truly being myself in the presence of others. And other things as well, but those things feel more general as opposed to super specific. Just stuff I enjoy learning about, etc.

How do you handle setbacks or failures and use them as opportunities for growth? I just try to look at everything like a lesson or a test. Instead of thinking "woe is me," I try to focus on what I can learn from a given experience.

How do you stay connected with your friends and loved ones despite the demands of adult life? Seeing as I'm not really a fully-fledged "adult" in terms of responsibilities, independence, etc…I can't say.

Are there any specific travel destinations or experiences you hope to explore in the future? Japan is at the top of the list. I would also love a whirlwind tour of all the ancient cities, monuments, megaliths, cathedrals, cave paintings, etc. And it's long been a dream of mine to thru-hike the Appalachian Trail; however, with how much has likely changed over the years, grown, modernized, closed in, etc…who knows. Maybe it won't be like the adventure I'm expecting. Maybe I'm looking for something that no longer exists as it did in the past.

How do you navigate and make decisions about your career path and professional growth? I just know I want to work at the animal shelter for the rest of my life. Making that work financially, though…considering it's only a minimum wage job…ugh. I'll figure it out somehow. Maybe I'll find some sort of side gig that makes it feasible, or I'll learn to live very frugally.

What are some of your favorite ways to give back to your community or contribute to causes you care about? Volunteering.

How do you envision your life in the next five years, and what steps are you taking to make that vision a reality? Can't say I have a five-year plan or anything of the sort. I'm just going to try to keep building upon and expanding the life I have, and hopefully that will get me somewhere good enough.

[seans-weekly-blog]

Tuesday October 17th Daily Blog

This is my first blog post of my personal Tumblr page. In the days, weeks, and months to come, I will be sharing my goals, attitudes, reflections, and thoughts each day.

Sleep: 4.5 hrs

I need to work on the amount of sleep that I get throughout this quarter. Last night (Monday) was very hectic and balancing my schoolwork, the new extracurricular activities, and more with limited time in the day was a challenge.

Food: I was not able to get breakfast as I prioritized getting sleep and making it to my lab in the morning, but I filled up on nuts and healthy snacks to compensate. Lunch was healthy and filling; I tried the health place at Ackerman for the first time, and had salad, chicken asparagus, and brussels sprouts. I am satisfied so far with my food, but I should work on trying to eat a better breakfast.

Daily Reflection: Today was a difficult first day to write on. I am feeling very overwhelmed with my activities, which affected the quality of sleep that I am getting, my mental health, and my mood. I plan on utilizing my resources and making sure that I can manage my time correctly in the future.

[tonguetiedraven]

Hello... this is my first time asking in this format, so forgive me if I'm doing this wrong. I have a challenge for you. (not really a challenge, but it'd be fun to try) Can you do a mafia au? There are 10 rules:

Main ship must be BonRin (add any additional ships you want)

One of the two have to already be in the mafia (you can add side characters if you want)

Bon and Rin have to know each other before the mafia is found out

Has to be somewhat dark (not complete angst but not something to smile at)

Demons are "worker bees" to the mafia group (however you take that is up to you)

It has to be modern day

The characters have to have cannon personalities

The story has to be more than 3 chapters (insert reasonable effort)

It has to have real life events

There does have to be blood splatter

Have fun, the rest if up to you. Big fan, Raven!

I cannot express the amount to which I know nothing about the yakuza or the mafia in the rest of the world. I have watched documentaries and lets plays on numerous mafia and yakuza topics, and I still mostly feel like I know nothing. So, apologies on what will likely be a lot of inaccuracies.

I'm going to go somewhere different with this one, and might not follow your requests exactly (I got a bit confused on some of them. I'm not certain by what you meant with 'real life events' unless you meant actual events that are/have happened in Japan?)

So, without further ado, the first half of the first chapter. The first two parts will be on tumblr, and the rest will be on ao3 because this is going to be an M story.

Thanks for the challenge!

Part: One (you're here)

Summary: Rin spends most of his days working at his restaurant, trying to get his twin to eat and sleep, and secretly (or not so secretly) pining after the handsome as hell regular.

Ryuuji spends his days a bit differently.

— — — — —

It was Thursday, and Thursday’s meant Ryuuji. Rin was not technically supposed to know the hot boy’s name, but damn, the boy hit every line of Rin’s checklist so Rin had paid attention to those receipts and found out Ryuuji Suguro’s full name. 

It was Thursday which meant Ryuuji and which meant Rin spent a bit too much on the nicer eel when the supply truck came by. It was just that the eel looked extra fresh today. It wasn’t that big of a deal. It wasn’t that Ryuuji always ordered the hamo and Rin wanted to make sure his old man’s restaurant put its best foot (or food, ha!) forward.

“Rin?” The bell over the door rang at the same time as Yukio’s voice filled the air. Rin looked up with an easy smile and sort of waved. His arms were mostly full of dirty dishes he really shouldn’t be carrying, but Usamaro needed the afternoon and Rin couldn’t make him work when he used those begging eyes. Besides, Rin was skilled enough to run the tables, counter, and the kitchen. (At least until the lunch rush hit.)

He stopped midstep. Yukio had that pasty quality to his skin again. He was still in his scrubs, and—yep! There was ink on his hands. He’d been doing a lot of paperwork then.

“Hey,” Rin set the dishes in the tray and hefted that up. “You better not be skipping meals again!”

Yukio rolled his eyes and plopped down at the bar. “I’m here, aren’t I?” 

“You haven’t been here since Monday.”

“That was Tuesday.”

“Tuesday. That’s still… two days.”

“One day.”

“It was breakfast!”

“A day and a half.” Yukio propped his head on his hand and yawned. It skewed his glasses a bit and made him look more like the teary eyed boy Rin had always had to protect than the doctor he was now. 

“Did you eat?”

“Yes.” 

Rin put the dishes in the back for Ukobach to handle. “Today?” He called as he checked the ramen. Tadashi had already eaten one bowl and he’d be up for the second one any minute now.

“...Yes.”

Rin stilled over his pot. Lifting his head, he glared at his twin through the kitchen window. Yukio was doing that annoying as hell thing where he looked at Rin’s forehead so it still looked like he was staring Rin in the eyes, but he didn’t have to lie while he stared him in the eyes.

“Yuki,” he growled and stomped around the line. “You dumbass! When was the last time you actually ate, and what are you ordering?!”

Yukio shrank on his seat, half in exhaustion and half in embarrassment. “It doesn’t matter when. I’m here now. And I’d like some sukiyaki, please. Whatever the day’s special is.”

Rin glared and Yukio sighed. “Fine. And the salad and some sashimi.”

“Good—” the bell rang again, Rin’s eyes shot over to see who it was, and his heart promptly skittered in his chest.

Ryuuji was here. (Konekomaru and Renzou as well, but Rin could never quite pay as much attention to them.)

Ryuuji was burly. It was a word Rin had never really used before, but it just… it fit the rough, tall, bulky boy. The ruggedly handsome, sharp jawed boy with chestnut hair that was all thick and wild and perfect for running your hands through. The dark eyes that looked like a perfect beef broth that Rin really wanted to swim around in, and lips that—

Rin swallowed as Ryuuji’s eyes caught his. The unfairly cool and handsome boy strode across the floor, completely at home in his traditional buddhist robes, utterly unconcerned that they stood out, and went to the same table he always sat at, directly across from the kitchen window, out of view of the windows at the front of the restaurant, but very much in Rin’s appreciative eyesight. The other boys joined him — Konekomaru in robes as well while Renzou was sporting a neat blue suit that somehow didn’t clash with his pink hair — and Ryuuji held the eye contact for another long moment before breaking away on a blink to listen to something Konekomaru murmured to him.

Rin swallowed again and blinked. 

“Rin?” Yukio raised his eyebrow and started to look over his shoulder to see what had caught Rin’s attention. 

“Hamo!” Rin yelped much too loudly to try and distract Yukio before he could spot Ryuuji and see just why Rin was drooling a bit. 

Yukio paused mid turn. “What?”

“Hamo,” Rin said again at a far more normal volume while his heart jumped like a wild rabbit in his chest. He could hear Ukobach snickering in the back, and just for that, Rin was going to give Ryuuji’s crew double sauces so that the little jerk had to do more dishes. “We, uh, got some great eel this morning. You should do that.”

Yukio’s tired eyes stared at him for a long moment where Rin could feel Ryuuji’s gaze on himself as well. Finally his twin smiled, clearly amused, and nodded. “Alright.”

Rin scribbled Yukio’s order down and slapped the slip of paper on the kitchen window so he’d have it in a moment. “Feel free to take a nap. Just don’t drool on the counter.” Smiling at his twin, he straightened his apron and tucked his notebook in his pocket only to pull it right back out so his hands weren’t empty. It only took three steps to get around the counter, but it felt like it took forever and it felt like everyone in the restaurant was watching him. (Which, yeah, was seven people, but it felt like at least a million.) 

“Hey,” his voice was a little thick as he reached their table. He smiled anyway and tried not to eye the piercings decorating Ryuuji’s ears and eyebrow. Rin needed to up his own game. He just never looked as cool (hot) as Ryuuji did. 

Still, he tore his eyes off the wicked looking spirals and met Ryuuji’s dark eyes, and ugh, it was just as distracting as the piercings. Rin smiled wider and hoped he didn’t look stupid. “What would ya like?”

Ryuuji blinked slowly and smirked, and Rin’s heart gave up on pretending to be cool and just raced like crazy. His cheeks went warm and his stomach did a few flips so it didn’t feel left out. 

“You said the eel was fresh?”

Rin’s knees took the hit for Ryuuji’s low and growly voice. It was seriously entirely unfair for one person to have so much damn attractiveness. 

The part of Rin that wasn’t panicking about his failing knees wondered what would happen if he flirted with this handsome as hell man. If he just tilted his head, cocked his hip, and playfully asked if Ryuuji had been listening to him. His twin was sitting a few meters away, and Mr. Tadashi was watching him like a hawk, and Rin just couldn’t get rejected with that audience.

So Rin nodded and tapped his chewed up pencil against the notepad. He should have gotten a fresh pencil. “Always is!”

Ryuuji nodded, still holding a lot of eye contact. “Then the hamo sounds good.” 

Rin scrawled the order out. “Anything else?”

“Matcha, please.” 

“Sure thing.” He smiled and forced himself to look away from Ryuuji’s eyes. Konekomaru was already looking at him, and there was no mistaking that smile for anything but amused. Ugh. “Sir?”

“Hamo as well, please. And barley tea.” Rin scribbled that down next to Ryuuji’s order. When had he doodled the heart?

“Sukiyaki,” Renzou said before Rin could turn to him. “And maybe a number?”

“Shima,” Ryuuji immediately snarled before Rin even deciphered the words. 

“What?” Shima huffed, “Somebody had to—ow!” There was the distinct noise of a foot getting stepped on and Ryuuji’s eyes were turning back on him. The gruff man bowed a bit in his chair, dipping his head respectfully. 

“I apologize for his poor behavior.”

“Don’t worry,” Rin laughed, amused more than anything. He hadn’t thought Renzou swung his way. Not with all the boob talk. “Ain’t the first time I’ve gotten asked that.” Though it didn’t happen that often. Blue Eggorcist wasn’t the most popular place, and his regulars tended to be too friendly and normal to really hit on him.

The smile slipped from Ryuuji’s face. “Oh.” His hands slipped off the table to settle on his lap. Rin’s stomach swooped nervously. Had he done something wrong? “Still,” Ryuuji’s gaze met his again, not as open as it had been a moment again. “I apologize just the same. You shouldn’t be harassed by your customers.”

Rin smiled and hoped it wasn’t awkward. “Thanks," he mumbled, a bit breathless at how serious Ryuuji’s gaze was. “I’ll just… uh,” what had he— oh! “Get your orders started.” He took a step back, bumped into a chair, turned around with a horrified blush, and went to the kitchen as quickly as he could.

“Smooth,” Ukobach teased as soon as he was in the back. 

Rin glared. 

“Get started on that damn salad.” He grumpily pulled the eel out and noticed that everyone in the restaurant was watching him through the window. He promptly schooled his features, offered a sheepish smile, and chopped it up as quickly as he could while mentally wishing he could just disappear. 

Thankfully cooking was something he could mindlessly do. It was as much muscle memory as actual choice at this point. He could lose himself in the motions and ignore all the gazes and the embarrassment of tripping in front of Ryuuji. 

Ukobach handled the salad and teas, and Rin had the eel cooking by the time that was finished. He loaded this arms up and went back on the floor. 

“Eat all of that.” Rin set the salad and sashimi down and gave his twin a pointed look. Yukio nodded and pulled the plate closer which was just a testament to how tired and hungry he probably was. Tadashi thanked him fervently for the second bowl of ramen. 

The trio were talking quietly amongst themselves, and the words came to an immediate stop as he drew near. Ryuuji shot Renzou an irritated look that smoothed out as Rin passed him his tea. He did not blush when Ryuuji’s hand brushed against his to accept the spoons. 

“Alright! Let me know if you guys need a refill.” He set Renzou’s juice down and retreated back to the kitchen, shivering a little with the feel of Ryuuji’s eyes on him.

“You gonna give him your number with the check?” Ukobach elbowed him as he returned to the dishes. 

Rin’s eyes shot out to where Ryuuji was sipping his tea and listening to Konekomaru. Renzou was on his phone. There was something tense in all three of them that seemed kind of odd. Usually they laughed and talked a lot when they were here.

Ryuuji’s gaze turned to him, and Rin’s cheeks went a very hot red. He dropped his own gaze to the pan, swallowed, and looked back up to find Ryuuji was still watching him. He was smiling softly, and he held the intense stare for a moment longer before looking away.

Rin almost burnt the hamo. He just might give Ryuuji his number with the check.

Rin brought out Sei’s kenchinjiru and tried not to look at Ryuuji’s table. Yukio was half draped over the counter and sort of mindlessly eating, but at least he was eating. Ryuuji’s eyes followed him to the kitchen, and Rin almost didn’t preen. The hamos were ready, and he piled them all up, giving Yukio’s his and taking a moment to pat his poor tired brother on the arm before he brought Ryuuji his.

Ryuuji was staring at the table instead of him, and there was something carefully neutral in his expression. Konekomaru was frowning while Renzou was still staring at his phone. The energy at the table was entirely different than it had been a moment ago, and Rin had no idea why. 

“Uh,” he passed out each of the plates and made sure they had extra napkins, “enjoy?” He backed up a step, managed to avoid the chair, and bowed a bit before shuffling over to pick up Tadashi’s empty bowl. 

He didn’t end up leaving his number when he gave them the check.

— — — — — — — — — —

“It’s not that simple,” Yukio yawned. 

Rin scowled and pulled the door open for his sleepy twin. “Sure as hell seems that simple.” He ushered Yukio out and followed after. 

“Well it isn’t.”

Rin rolled his eyes because Yukio couldn’t see him from this angle. He’d have rolled his eyes regardless, but he wouldn’t get in trouble for it now. “We’re in Kumiyama, four-eyes. It ain’t like we’re actually Kyoto. Why the hell would gangs want something to do with our shitty town?”

Yukio gave him the most wonderfully unamused of looks. “We’re on Kyoto’s border, and what does that matter? The yakuza aren’t picky on location. I’m telling you, there’s something bad going on.”

Rin couldn’t help but laugh now as they wandered down the path towards the old monastery. “One tattooed guy getting shot isn’t a sign of the yakuza taking over. Nothing that interesting would happen here.”

As if in defiance of that, Rin felt a slight prickle at the back of his neck. Like he was being watched. A glance back didn’t show anything there.

Yukio glared, and it was endlessly annoying how he looked like a strong breeze would be enough to knock him over, but that glare could still be intimidating as hell. 

“It wouldn’t be interesting, Rin! It’d be terrible! Do you know how much violence they get into? Do you know how many people are injured by hits gone wrong? And it’s not just that! If you don’t stay in line, if you don’t give into their demands — people get hurt all the time. And it wasn’t just one tattooed man. And when was the last time you heard someone got shot out here? This isn’t Tokyo and True Cross. This… this doesn’t happen.”

Rin waved at Mrs. Sato and steered Yukio down their road. “You’re really upset about this.”

One of the benefits of sleepy Yukio was how much he didn’t mask his emotions. The exasperated expression Yukio gave him was hilarious if not rude. “Yes, Rin. I’m really upset about this. I don’t like people being shot. And it… the weird attacks are increasing.”

“That the medical diagnopic?” 

“Diagnosis. And no. But weird is what it is. People just don’t start rotting inside. There’s only so many things that can cause that, and they don’t spread like… like mold.”

Rin did not need that mental image. Fuck. He’d rather be back at his restaurant with the awkward air than think about that. At least then he could stare at Ryuuji even if there wasn’t any more flirting. 

Ugh. What had he done to make it stop? It had felt like he could actually get somewhere. All that staring, the slow blinks, the licking of lips, the hand brush… 

Rin blew out a breath and scowled. “Then figure it out.”

“I’m telling you, it’s a sign that they’re moving from Kyoto! They’re spreading out.”

“But that shit isn’t happening there!” It couldn’t be! It was way too gross and terrifying to be happening. If people were starting to rot and die like that, and it left behind spore sacks and mold, then people would sure as hell be talking about it. Yukio was hearing rumors. That’s all it was. That’s all it could be.

(Think happy thoughts. Sukiyaki. Ryuuji feeding him sukiyaki.)

“You’re not listening,” Yukio huffed. He swayed and Rin righted him. The monastery was in sight. They were nearly there and then he could get Shirou’s help in forcing Yukio to take a damned nap.

“Little bro,” Rin shivered again and glanced back. They were still alone. Yukio was obviously getting in his head. “You need a break.”

“I can’t!” Yukio practically wailed. The door to the monastery opened and Shirou peered outside. 

“Old man!” Rin shoved his twin forward and glanced back. Still nothing. “Get it through four-eyes head that he needs a damn nap.”

Shirou raised a confused eyebrow and glanced between them. “Huh?” He was in his normal priest vestments, and his glasses were immaculate as always. He still stank of cigarettes, and there was a nick on his cheek that drew Rin’s eyes. What had the old man been doing?

Yukio started to word vomit about his conspiracies and ‘data’ as Shirou wrapped an arm around his shoulders to guide him inside. He made a point of ushering Rin through the door first, and had Rin bothered to look back, he would have been confused at the glare Shirou leveled out the door at the empty walkway.

He might have still felt like he was being watched as well.

[memoriashell]

TITLE:  熱き学校ライフ！ (Fired Up School Life)   AUTHOR: 九暮華麗  (Kukure Karei) FROM: Danganronpa Anthology Vol. 3

hello! decided i'd give myself a bit of a challenge by giving one of my favorite dr1 anthology comics a rough translation. images are in order from left to right.

disclaimer, i’m not fluent in japanese, nor would i call this a perfect translation, just a rough one to get the basic understanding! since i don't trust tumblr to not kill the quality of the images here, i decided to mirror this on imgur, accompanied by a more fleshed out translation (and notes!), but under the cut here, i've included brief barebones summaries of each page.

as for usage: if you're going to use the raws for anything, or reference the rough translation that i've given, i'd appreciate some credit (via a reblog is fine!), or a link back! however, such is not necessary, and otherwise, you're free to use however you wish, since the only thing i really own are these particular scans.

1: Starts off playing out similarly to canon; with Kiyotaka and Mondo getting along leading Aoi to question how they're getting along (compared to before). Mondo basically says Aoi can't understand because she's a women, which makes her upset.

2: Aoi shoots back by arguing that Mondo [and by extension, Kiyotaka] wouldn't understand [women]. Which Mondo takes as her trying to start a fight with him, saying that they [Aoi and Sakura] were no match for them [Mondo and Kiyotaka]. This leads to them declaring a competition to decide who has the closer (or deeper) friendship. In the background of this, Makoto wonders if that's okay, Byakuya finds it all to be stupid, and Kyoko builds off of Makoto's pondering by suggesting it's better than more murders being done.

3: With Monokuma's morning announcement, the competition starts. Mondo and Kiyotaka go first,  with their in sync eating to be a display of the closeness [of their bond]. Mondo's smug expression implies he's bragging, which pisses off Aoi and takes her turn with Sakura.

4: As they discuss the next activity, Aoi seems to express some concerns, with Sakura assuring her that she's up to it. As this is a conversation with a lot of implications and a lot that goes explicitly unsaid, this is a display of them being close enough to understand each other despite that. Aoi turning her smug face on Mondo makes him angry, and the general atmosphere is implied to be tense and angry.

5: Aoi and Mondo continue to up the stakes as they argue over whose friendship is superior, going from comparing matching clothing, to claiming to know their respective friend's secret (Sakura/Kiyotaka's reactions here seems to indicate surprise at these claims). Both acknowledge the other as being impressive. Sakura asks Aoi if this [the situaiton] was okay, to which Aoi expresses surprise and asks why she's bringing it up now.

6: Sakura explains that she doesn't think friendship is something to compare, and expresses that Aoi's an extremely important friend to her. Kiyotaka follows by saying he agrees with Sakura's sentiment; stating that the important thing in friendship is thinking about each other.

7: Aoi and Mondo recognize that Sakura and Kiyotaka respectively are correct, and apologize to each other [for taking the competition so far].

8: Makoto notices that they're no longer fighting, and asks if a victor was decided. Aoi states that friendship can't be compared, implying that this is something Makoto has to work on, which confuses him further [about the entire situation]. Kyoko reiterates that this is better than them killing, and Byakuya finds the whole thing stupid.

[enduracarrotchips]

YouTuber AU

Hello welcome to Dating Scandal but with Twitter Involved (nightmare)

A little exposition here: 

Link, Zelda, Sidon, Revali, and Riju are the most popular group of youtubers on the internet and have a huge fanbase that likes to theorize, draw fanart, and write fanfiction about them. Disclaimer, I don’t actually interact with real-person fandoms myself lol there’s just too much potential for drama and misunderstandings & they’re always bound to end in a dumpster fire but that is sort of what this au is about so.

Impa, Mipha, Daruk, and Urbosa are family friends that appear in a lot of their videos/streams. 

(This is an art blog I swear)

enter vidcon 20XX

Link: 

blows stuff up/sets stuff on fire with a side of cooking vids and gaming

most are filmed outside, he does those challenges where you try to cook stuff with limited ingredients/materials

has the largest fanbase of all of them, but not the most…intimidating.

does a lot of collab videos, mostly with Impa, Daruk, and Riju because they have similar interests/channels, but Zelda appears in his videos and is seen filming and the stans read too far into it

simps. i’m pointing at you.

Most popular videos are “shield surfing on rock!—how I broke my leg” “can Daruk eat Impa’s motorcycle?” and “how to inhale ranch dressing.”

Twitter handle is @ arsonistslullabye because he’s a hozier fan

45m subs

Zelda:

theories, analyses, conspiracies, and the occasional e x p e r i m e n t

she once got link to eat a frog for 50 bucks.

most people argue that she’s better than more popular YouTubers because she actually has quality content to give to the world and she has a lot of defensive supporters

She used to get a lot of hate before Urbosa spoke up about it and scared the bejeezus out of everyone

has an actual posting schedule

“Happy Sunday everyone, it’s Zelda Hyrule and today we will be talking about cryptozoology and why blupees exist, you cowards.”

Twitter handle is @ zeldaofhyrule and she is pan. just so you know. One of those calm extroverts that mystify me to this day.

18m subs

Sidon:

fashion/life hacks. Like gourmet troom troom but if they were real people.

Has the 2nd largest fanbase

most of them are girls

Sidon has a boyfriend though, which he told everyone at VidCon a few years ago

cue the drama and shipping and the entire fandom trying to figure out who the boyfriend is. A well known reddit thread emerged that presented the common guesses being Link, Sidon, and Zelda.

“But it can’t be Zelda, Sidon’s gay.”

“I’m not in the fandom but I thought Zelda was a boy??”

“Did you just say Sidon? Is that a typo? Are you saying that Sidon’s dating himself?”

Sidon x Sidon became a fandom joke.

Don’t look at me I’m just setting up all the worldbuilding. every fandom has their weird dark sides and Sidon x Sidon is the Linkcest of the Sidon YT fandom.

Mystery BF is actually Bazz, a pretty inconspicuous guy who appeared in a few of his videos. This was confirmed a year ago, but everyone still ships him with other YouTubers because they’re convinced he was lying to throw them off his scent. He really can’t catch a break and this is why you should not ship real people.

Twitter handle is @ officialprincesidon

says “beguiling” a lot

21m subs ᕙ( ͡❛ ▿ ͡❛)ᕗ

Mipha:

Sidon’s sister, hasn’t posted a single video but just has the channel for show because she appears in so many of Sidon’s videos as a model for his makeup tutorials and whatnot

has 328k for that. Everyone loves her, she’s great. @ mimipha

Revali:

Link’s sworn rival

Link thinks they’re friends

He kept popping up in link’s Twitter threads and making snarky comments until zelda called him out for not even following link (so why was he stalking his acc) which kept the Twitter drama to a minimum

Revali was the catalyst of a few popular memes and that’s where most of his subs come from.

drags link into a few challenges that always get a ton of views because of how competitive they get

“ITS JUST ASININE” is a running joke that everyone tries to get him to say. His @ is itsjustasinine as well

Urbosa is the only person who can win an argument with him

5m subs and growing rapidly. newer to youtube than everyone else.

Impa:

Doesn’t have a channel she’s just a mutual friend of Mipha, Zelda, and Link

Rides a motorcycle, so she is used in a few of Link’s videos.

@ ihaveamotorcycle because she thinks having a motorcycle is a personality trait. the most unruly on Twitter when it comes to replying to fan’s stuff, leaking upcoming videos and generally causing chaos.

Mipha’s girlfriend. That’s how she met Zelda and Link.

Urbosa:

Is actually a model, but she has a ton of YouTuber friends because she’s known Zelda since birth.

when she entered the youtube community she didn’t realize she would be adopting like 15 children

5m subs. her videos are professional & related to her modelling career. @ urbosasfury

I feel like she would do unboxing vids. I’m not sure what she’s unboxing.

Daruk

Just a friend of Link’s, fun guy. yells a lot. once ate a rock and had no reaction.

people are scared of him for that reason

Riju:

yoga & gymnastics & “ha look at how flexible I am its eAsY” videos

you know the type

she also does reactions and is sponsored by save the sand seals charities which she is very enthusiastic about. She’s also Urbosa’s niece and the only minor in the gang (15). I like to think that the champions YT community is actually not creepy so everyone respects her a ton

doesn’t post frequently, she mostly appears in Link’s videos to jump out of airplanes or whatever. And sometimes Zelda’s if she’s interested in the topic. 500k subs, but she’s always really popular when she appears in Link’s videos.

VidCon:

In the months leading up to VidCon, some fans on the internet made a few discoveries: first of all, that the inside of Link’s house is painted green. This is a big deal because all of his videos are filmed outside either in his backyard or on trips that he and the brosquad go on to do…whatever bros do. explosions. idk. The point is he had some announcement about VidCon and filmed it inside. Only the wall and a potted plant were shown.

However, the colour was similar to the the shade of Zelda’s living room. Fans dug through years and years of old videos and found a clip of Zelda walking through a hallway, where there was an open door and a glimpse of a houseplant.

There were 2 types of responses to the theory:

“They could just be roommates guys calm down”

“and they were ROOMMATES?”

others pointed out that Link could just not have a house and had to crash in Zelda’s

Some guy on reddit claimed he had a botany degree and declared that the houseplants in the clips were not of the same genus. Normal people pointed out that the plant would have grown 4 years between the clips and would look considerably different.

#Zelink trended on twitter for a while and people posted other old clips from both of their channels and the frog video blew up again

Impa retweeted a post tagged as #zelink with “rofl” and later publicly apologized for causing confusion.

Fans noticed that in the “can a motorcycle drive over my arm” (it was clickbait he’s fine) episode 2 years ago, Link was eating out of a paper lunch bag with his name written on it in handwriting that a few people claimed to look like Zelda’s, leading people to believe that she had packed him a lunch.

However, this theory was shot down with the counterargument that Zelda can’t cook. although. i mean how much skill do you need to make a sandwich.

No one knows what tumblr is doing at this time

Zelda wore a scarf in her “Save the Sand Seals” video that matched identically to the scarf Link wore when he travelled to Hebra to film a shield surfing video, but it’s been debated wether it’s actually the same scarf or not.

Neither Zelda nor Link has spoken up about the theories, and besides Impa’s one slip on twitter, neither has any of their friends. Zelda received a lot of backlash for the assumption that she was dating Link because he has a lot of delusional fans that didn’t want her to “steal their man” or whatever the hell that type of fan would get mad about

Oh yea and bolson & karson run a zelink fanpage on twitter sorry I forgot about that

after that whole mess, everyone was even more anticipant of VidCon in the hopes that some of their questions would be answered.

The whole batch went to VidCon this year: Link, Impa, Daruk, and Riju are a gang while Sidon and Mipha go together and Zelda & Revali each go separately. Urbosa is there for supervision moral support

Zelda has always been much better at dodging questions that she doesn’t want to answer than anyone else, so her Q&A went without a hitch. When asked to confirm the rumours she said “which one?” and then moved on to the next question (without actually confirming any rumours).

Link is generally a more awkward person but eventually said that he had filmed the video in Zelda’s house because it was nicer and didn’t realize it would cause such an uproar. Fans were disappointed, but Bolson claimed he saw Link and Zelda exiting the hotel elevator on the same floor after Link’s Q&A session. No one believed him.

Fans went back to theorizing over who Link, Zelda, and Sidon were all dating, because apparently they can’t just be dating unknown people and have to be with other YouTubers

Sidon and Bazz got engaged about a week after VidCon, making at least 4 preteen girls cry

actually try 4 million

Sidon x Sidon made a brief comeback but Sidon spoke up about his fandom for the first time ever on twitter and told everyone that no, he was not dating himself. eventually, everyone settled down and accepted that none of them were in a relationship save for a few loud fans.

Link and Zelda still got the occasional “when will you tell us who you’re dating?” comment but most of them were joking and the people who still hardcore shipped them were generally frowned upon. Zelda’s popularity went up after VidCon and she regained the 200k subscribers she’d lost after the first theory dropped.

Two months after VidCon, Link posted a video titled “Zelda and I’s House Tour!” and gave around 45 million people a heart attack

as revealed in the video, they had actually been dating since they were 16 and everyone’s just a fool.

the potted plant is named Hestu.

[09kags]

Happy Haikyuu Day! 

Sorry for the bad quality first off T^T I keep having to resize these so that they’re smaller for Tumblr and it ruins the quality. But more importantly, happy Haikyuu day! (at least it is Japan already!) This edit embodies some of my favorite moments within the series and below, I’ve written some of the thoughts that went into this piece/my feelings on these moments! Manga spoilers ahead (I'm pretty sure I’ve kept them to a minimum but just to be sure, please proceed with caution!), and I hope you enjoy this edit! (Overlays: accio-glow, aulia-chan on dA; PSDs: hurtears, hallyumi, yangyanggg on dA) 1. “Today might finally be the day we get the chance to let our talents bloom… it could be tomorrow. Or maybe next year. Or maybe it’ll finally come when we’re 30. I’m not sure if physique has anything to do with it but I do know for sure that if you don’t believe that day will come, it never will.” This quote is a testament to Oikawa’s growth and is a symbolic representation of Oikawa freeing himself from the shackles of “geniuses” and “prodigies.” So what if your opponent is a genius? So what if they possess more innate talent? As his mentor and inspiration Jose Blanco states, “Are you saying you know what the limits of your abilities are already? Even though you aren’t yet finished growing physically or mentally? Even though you haven’t mastered all the skills you can master? If you’re going to complain that someone with more talent than you will always be better than you… no matter how hard you work, how many tricks you learn and how many great teammates you have… do that only after you’ve given everything the very best effort you have.” There will always be someone better in the world. But to claim that you cannot hope to compare to the likes of them is to resign yourself to a predetermined defeat as well as dismiss both your own efforts and theirs.    There’s no guarantee when your efforts will pay off. As Oikawa declares, it may be today, tomorrow, or even when we’re 30.  But if you don’t believe in yourself first, if you don’t believe that you will bloom in your own time, “that day will never come.”  The flower in the background is the iris. It is known to represent trust, faith, and hope amongst many other ideals. I chose this particular flower because of the manga cap used in this panel. I cannot emphasize how much I love the bond between Oikawa and Iwaizumi, especially this particular moment when Oikawa points at Iwaizumi with such authority and determination as if saying, “This ball, this moment, is meant for you.” Not to mention the pairing with the iconic “Talent is something you make bloom, instinct is something you hone” quote. An absolutely masterful sequence of scenes that always gets my blood rushing. 

2. “Don’t look down! Volleyball is a sport where you’re always looking up!” This moment gives me chills every time. It’s something so fundamental and simple and yet, when Ukai yells this,  it instills that feeling of “You can do it.” It makes my heart flutter and I feel so excited because it’s such a beautiful way of saying “Don’t give up, it’s not over yet.” And even if the ball has dropped for the last time or you have lost this match, there’s always tomorrow. There’s always the next match where you’ll have to look up. This quote gives me the same feeling as when Takeda-sensei says, “For the rest of your lives, you can do anything you set your mind to!” You only truly lose when you stop trying or you give up.  3. “It hurts. I’m tired. This is painful. I don’t want this to ever end.” / “The ball hasn’t dropped yet!” Whenever Haikyuu characters say “Just one more!” or “The ball hasn’t dropped yet!”, the tension and desperation is almost palpable. It’s so incredibly moving to see them strive to save that ball just one more time, to focus purely on what is in front of them. Even if they don’t all pursue volleyball as a professional career, the passion they all have for the sport is real. That sort of passion is beautiful to watch and admire, and I wish I could have that kind of passion for something in my life.  4. “The underhand only uses two hands. The overhand uses 10 fingers. That’s all the more to support your spikers with, which is what it means to be a setter.” / “To cut through the wall that looms before your spikers, that is the purpose of a setter.”  This particular panel depicts the two ideologies of Atsumu and Kageyama respectively, two of my favorite setters and characters in general. Atsumu “may be pretty cocky at times, and overwhelm his teammates with his thirst for victory, but he treats his spikers with more sincerity and selflessness than anyone else.” He may be overbearing and an asshole at times, but his love for the sport and the art of being a setter is second to none. On the other hand, there’s Kageyama who’s so damn cool with his one-liners. Kageyama’s passion and drive to win may blind him to his surroundings and teammates but he truly believes that the setter is the one who clears the path for their spikers. When their spikers feel cornered and the walls are closing in, it is the setter who “cuts through the wall that looms” ahead. The old Kageyama who was a prisoner to speed is no longer, and his growth as a player brings me to tears every time.  5. “Someone once asked me, ‘Do you ever feel bitter over the fact that you’re not a regular on the team, and amongst your juniors there’s a genius to boot?’ I never understood the exact definition of what it was to be a genius to begin with, but upon hearing the question, I understood the general gist of what they were getting at.  Every so often there will be someone who thinks that ‘people like Atsumu’ were ‘good’ from the get-go. But the thing is, if I practiced something from 1-10 every day, then people like Atsumu would have done it from 1-20. Or, they would have done the same 10 but in a more efficient or concentrated manner. They might also ask ‘Instead of doing it 1-10, how about I tried it from A-Z, what would happen then? Now doesn’t that sound interesting?’  They’re the kind of people who think about stuff like that. Even if they fail, even if they are hated and get ostracised by others, no matter whether they’re right or they’re wrong, even if they subvert something the rest of us hold in high regard, they’re the kind of people who can’t sit still without giving it a go. Even if they start coughing up blood from their lungs, they’re the kind of people who want to keep on running, no matter what.  There’s going to be a lot of people in this world who make you go ‘Wow, I’ll never be able to defeat them,’ and it’s only natural that you think they’re amazing people. I think that to be able to keep charging ahead is a talent in and of itself. You can call people like them whatever you like, the term ‘genius’ isn’t exactly an insult. That said, to think they were ‘good from the get go’ is to condemn yourself to a predetermined defeat without even playing a match against them, and I also think it’s very rude.”  This quote, hands down, is one of my favorite quotes of all time. It is not genius or natural talent that makes individuals truly great, but it is grit. Without a doubt, people are not born equal. There will always be someone with more innate talent or latent capabilities. We all begin at different starting lines. But those who truly stand out are those who go the extra mile, like those dubbed to be the Monster Generation (Kageyama, Atsumu, Hinata, Bokuto, Ushijima, Oikawa, etc.). To others they may seem like natural prodigies but behind their flawless technique and precise ball control lies countless hours of training. They trained harder than anyone else, sacrificed in order to hone their abilities, and ran farther than the rest of the pack. They’re the type to fixate on what lies before them without much regard to anything else.They eat, sleep, breathe, and live volleyball with every waking second. They’re always trying new things (Atsumu pulling off the freak duo quick in the middle of the Inarizaki match) and continually looking for ways to improve (“But the thing is, if I practiced something from 1-10 every day, then people like Atsumu would have done it from 1-20. Or, they would have done the same 10 but in a more efficient or concentrated manner. They might also ask ‘Instead of doing it 1-10, how about I tried it from A-Z, what would happen then? Now doesn’t that sound interesting?’ They’re the kind of people who think about stuff like that”; Kageyama keeping a volleyball journal). It is not what they were born with that makes them great; it is their overwhelming desire to win.  6. “‘Yesterday’ has already disappeared behind us. Many, many yesterdays have become a part of our muscles. What shall we do, today?” This quote, chills. There’s no point ruminating about the past or what has already passed; you can’t change it. (In retrospect, I wish I included another quote from Inarizaki in this panel: “One time is enough. We rise to the challenges of today.”) You learn from the mistakes of yesterday and use them as stepping stones for tomorrow. I wish I could eloquently phrase how much I love this quote or my interpretation of it but alas, my writing is fancy Garbage.  7. “But if… just if… that moment comes for you, that will be the moment you really get hooked on volleyball.” If you didn’t get chills when Tsukishima blocks Ushijima, I have no words for you. Tsukishima-it’s-just-a-club Kei, Tsukishima-I’m-the-normal-guy Kei — Tsukishima Kei, who always underestimates his own capabilities and relies on what he can see in front of him, blocking the Ushijima Wakatoshi, one of the top three high school aces nationally. The character development from someone who did the bare minimum (as noted by other players/coaches at one of the training camps) to someone who finally had their moment to get hooked on volleyball is one of my favorite progressions of all time. Seeing him fall in love with volleyball gradually and then all at once is truly heartwarming and beautiful to witness.  8. “No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world.” This quote is incredibly empowering to me. Even if your days consist of mundane activities, you are the protagonist of your own story every day. You may not be the main character in a shounen manga or an adolescent seeking to usurp the government in a dystopian novel, but this is your story. No one can tell it like you do and no one can replicate your story. It is yours and yours only.  And that concludes my Haikyuu word vomit! I really do wish I could have properly conveyed my pure adoration and love for this series better. I truly do love Haikyuu so very, very much. It will always have a special place in my heart and I will never forget the memories and lessons it has taught me! Thank you, Furudate-sensei, for such a beautiful story. And thank you Haikyuu, for everything. For all the losses and victories we shared. For all the smiles and laughter, and for all the tears we shed. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. 

[bluewhale52]

Little Black Book: The One You Hate (M)

Summary: There are a few names in your Little Black Book, and these seven hold a special place in your heart. Now that you are closing that chapter in your life, you reminisce the time and experience you have had with your seven favourite men, especially with Kim Seokjin, the one you hate.

Pairing: Seokjin x female reader

Rating: Explicit. NO MINORS ALLOWED.

Genre: nonidol!au, strangers to lovers, friends with benefit

WC: 3.9k

Warning: swearing, car blowjob, ass slapping, OC loves going down on Seokjin, sex against a window, sex between coworkers, love-hate relationship between OC and Seokjin (more on OC). I guess that’s about it….

A/N: Many, many, many thanks to @rainbhrts94​ for beta-ing this piece. I was experiencing a burnout and having a hard time putting all my thoughts together, and her reviews and suggestions totally helped getting this fic into its final form. Thank you!!  Also, I’m a total dodo when it comes to Tumblr so with some help from @aroseforyoongi​ and @moccahobi​, I’m reposting this with hope that the link works this time round!

Series Masterlist:  Little Black Book

Kim Seokjin was the bane of your existence. 

The cocky, arrogant IP attorney from the New York office had everyone on your floor in an uproar for weeks. You had seen him making one of the conference rooms his home away from home, with a hoard of lawyers and secretaries going in and out at his beckoning. You were watching them with jealousy. Sure, you were a mere junior in the firm and therefore the lowest in the food chain (just slightly above the interns), but you really wanted to be part of the action. 

Then, somehow, during his  last few days in Seoul, you were picked to help him and his team. Your excitement soon turned sour, as you were constantly on coffee and photocopy duties. How could you prove your worth when you were too busy being worked as Kim Seokjin’s personal server? Why couldn’t he ask one of his groupies? There were plenty of secretaries and PAs throwing themselves at him; you bet one of them would be happy to do this… THIS menial job. It was truly beneath your job description, and you started to simply, truly hate the man.

If that was really the case though, how did you end up in his luxury rental car, bending over towards the driver seat, sucking his cock? How did your mouth end up around his shaft, while your saliva dripped down and coated your fingers around his base? Why were your panties getting wetter with every moan and groan that left his lips? Why did you wish he would just spank your ass instead of tugging your hair? Why, when he came, did you gobble up his seed so greedily and lick him clean? Why did you even feel the need to stick your tongue out to him to show him you had swallowed every single drop?

Seokjin exhaled sharply then looked over at you as he tucked himself back in. “You do this with every visiting attorney?” He leered at you.

You rolled your eyes. “Just the one that pisses me off.”

He chuckled. “I should piss you off more then.”

“Are you going to drive me home or what?”

Seokjin started his car. The engine purred, and you pressed your thighs closer together at the soft vibrations that went through the car. “I promised I’d buy you dinner first, didn’t I?”

You flashed him a saccharine smile. “I had a meal already, thanks.”

Seokjin sniggered as he pulled out of the parking lot. He had offered to drive you home - “the least I can do after all your hard work this week” he had said- and while your little apartment was at the other end of the city from the five-star hotel he was staying, it was indeed the least he could do for you. So when you had settled in his car and buckled your seatbelt, after he had asked if he could buy you dinner, you- in your frustration, because you hated him and you just wanted to go home (god, was that too much to ask)- muttered under your breath on how you would rather suck his dick than have dinner with him. 

You had been taken aback when he broke into a brazen smile, challenging you to eat your own words, and damned if you were going to back down. Deep down, you had wanted to see if this perfect man with the perfect face and the perfect suits tailored around his perfect body (he had legs that went for miles, you hated to admit), also had the perfect dick. 

It turned out that he did, and his perfect dick was perfectly hard when you unzipped him. And so, that was how you went down on Kim Seokjin, giving him a near perfect blowjob, in his car, in the basement parking lot of your firm. (Near perfect because honestly, you could have done a lot more had you had more ample space to move.)

You stole a glance at Seokjin as he drove. His side profile was sharp and too good to be true. Flashes of lights only further highlighted his jaw and cheekbones. You looked away, pouting. 

“I’m flying back tomorrow evening.” He broke the silence. “You gonna miss me?”

You scoffed. “You wish. I’ll finally be able to do real work rather than making you coffee.”

He had the gall to laugh. “I’ll be back in two months. Don’t worry.”

The rest of the drive was quiet. How did you get into this? How could you possibly be so horny for him? Was it your dislike for him that made you like this? You should have known better than blowing him in his car just now. What if he started shooting his mouth off in the office? Or worse, in your personal promised land, THE New York office?

“Seokjin,” you started, “about what happened just now, I’d appreciate it if you keep it to yourself.”

“Of course, I’m not Yuna.”

You tilted your head at the name. Yuna was one of the senior partners’ secretary. “What do you mean?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t know? She’s been telling everyone how good I was in bed.”

“You slept with her?” You couldn’t mask your surprise. “I didn’t hear anything about it. I must’ve been so out of loop with the rumor mills. Wait… Is that why you’ve been asking me to do all that shit? So you don’t have to deal with her?”

“Smart girl.” Seokjin made a turn, stopping just outside your apartment complex. He turned off the engine.

“And here I thought you liked my coffee. And how I photocopied your endless documents.” You said dryly. “Thanks for the ride.”

Seokjin stopped you before you exited his car. “Aren’t you going to invite me to your place?”

You chortled. “Why, you need a goodbye fuck?” You spat it out, but internally, you hoped your playing hard to get was not going to backfire. 

“Hmm,” Seokjin looked out of the car, eyeing your apartment building. “What kind of bedsheets do you have?”

“What do my bedsheets have to do with anything?”

“500 thread count? Or pure linen?” 

You opened the car door and got out. “Bye Seokjin.”

He got out too, walking you to the main entrance. “I’ll buy you some. For next time I’m here. Two months from now.”

You scanned your access card, but he stopped you from opening the door.

“Not gonna kiss me goodnight, sweetheart?”

You turned to him and leaned forward. But instead of kissing him, you stuck your tongue out and licked him, along his jaw, all the way to his ear. You did not miss the shiver that ran through his body when you closed your lips around his earlobe. Smiling smugly,  you opened the door, and as you were about to walk into your safe haven triumphantly, Seokjin slapped your ass. You stilled yourself, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing your reaction. 

“See you in two months, sweetheart.” You heard him chuckle as the door closed behind you.

Kim Seokjin was truly the bane of your existence. 

~~~

He returned to Seoul in two months. You were not keeping track on your calendar, no of course not. You just knew because the commotion was back, as it always was when he stepped into the office. He picked you again to assist his team (Yuna gave you an evil eye for that), and at the end of the work day, when you were filing papers and folders, he slipped a small envelope into your hand. 

“Open it at your desk.” He said in a low whisper. 

You looked at the envelope quizzically before putting it into your pocket. “Is it your credit card? To buy pure linen bed sheets?” You whispered back. 

“Sweetheart, I already bought you a few sets from New York.”

You snorted. Later, when you were back at your desk, you took the envelope out and opened it. You found a note with a gold monogram of Seokjin’s initials at the top. You laughed at the ridiculousness of it. Under his insignia, was a series of digits you assumed to be his mobile number. You saved it in your phone. 

There was something else in the envelope, however. A piece of key card, with the logo of the five-star hotel on one side, and handwritten 4-digit number on the other.  Your eyes widened. Was this an invitation to his hotel room?

You peered out of your cubicle like a meerkat, trying to find where Seokjin was. Then you remembered foolishly you had his number. So you immediately texted him.

– You [18:40] : Seokjin, WTF??? 

– You [18:40] : also, nice stationery

– You [18:40] : it’s me btw

– Seokjin [18:41] : hurry the fuck up. I’ve been waiting for you in my car

You smiled. The time had finally come, you were going to fuck Kim Seokjin.

~~~

You had to admit, high quality bed sheets felt amazing. It hugged your naked body like soft clouds as Seokjin pounded into you relentlessly. His thrusts had caused your body to move, inch by inch, from one end of the bed to the other. You were not complaining though;  the way he rammed himself into you made your breasts bounce back and forth like a pendulum on a string, the feeling was so delicious.

You gripped the edge of the bed as you watched him over you. His usually perfect hair was messy now, his perfect face was void of the usual laser focus expression you normally saw at work and of the arrogant smirk he liked to give you. His broad shoulders and lean torso filled your vision- you had had fun stroking your hands over his pecs, abdomens and biceps. God, you hated how perfectly hot he was. 

You whined pathetically when he plunged his cock and pushed it as deep as he could into you. Seokjin dropped to his elbows, and you welcomed the new weight on top of your body. He stilled, letting his hardness rest inside you. You wrapped your legs around him and could not help but clench around his cock. He groaned against your chest at the sensations. 

“Do that again, sweetheart,” he nibbled and licked your collarbone, “squeeze my cock again.”

You did as he asked, tightening your walls around him before loosening again, repeating the movements and creating your own erotic Kegel exercise around his cock. You could feel Seokjin’s breath faltering on your neck, and before long, you were careening towards your peak.

“Seokjin,” you gasped, “close.”

He remained still, even at your warning. Choosing to work his lips on your neck and up to your ear instead. Finding a spot behind your ear, he licked and nipped at it, sending shudders all over your body and suddenly pushing you to your release. Seokjin held you down as your body shook, willing himself not to come, but the way your pussy walls massaged his cock, it did him in. 

You and Seokjin held each other tight as you both came. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, his hips pressed harder against yours as he shot his seeds inside you. Finally groans and moans gave way to heavy breathing, and as your heart rate slowed down, sanity returned. 

You opened your eyes. “God, don’t do that EVER again.” You slapped his shoulder. “I’m super ticklish there.”

Seokjin hummed, and nipped at the spot again. You yelped, but in the process you also squeezed his flaccid cock, still sheathed fully in you. “Now I know what to do when you talk too much.” He mumbled. 

You tried to wriggle away from his mouth, but the more he teased your spot, the more you moaned, and the more your body became heated again. You were all ready for round two, but your stomach betrayed you, for it growled shamelessly. Seokjin’s eyes widened at the sound, and the two of you burst out laughing.

“OK, I’d better feed you before I fuck you against the window.” He pulled out of you, holding on to the spent condom on his dick. Walking to the bathroom, he gestured to the phone on the bedside table. “Whatever you order, order the same for me.” 

And that was how you spent your first night with Kim Seokjin. Fucked out of your brains and eating room service food in his luxurious hotel room. 

~~~

You gave Seokjin your Saturday nights whenever he was in town, which was only about three to four times a year.. You hated to admit it, but you enjoyed your time with him. It was obvious he liked your company too, and your arrangement worked out well. You both wanted sex with no strings attached. You enjoyed arguing with each other, although it felt like Seokjin lived solely to rile you up to get a reaction out of you. He said he was training you to hold your poker face better; after all, didn’t you want to be a successful attorney like him?

And that was the situation you found yourself in that evening. Seokjin kept prodding at you until your temper snapped, and you roughly pushed him to the chaise in his room. You quickly worked on his jeans and his boxers, pulling them down to his ankles, only to find his cock already hard and weeping with precum.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Making me angry turns you on so much, huh?” You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, lazily stroking it a few times before squeezing it gently at the base. Seokjin hissed, but his annoying smirk never went away. 

“You can’t shut up your opponents by going down on every one of them,” he teased, his hand reached out to touch your hair but you swatted it away with your free hand, “no matter how sexy you are when you’re angry.”

You scowled as your hand continued stroking him. Keeping your eyes on his, you closed your lips around the head of his cock, your tongue lapping up his precum. Seokjin sucked in a breath. 

“So what should I do then?” You asked before licking up and down his length. Seokjin threw his head back, enjoying the wetness of your tongue on his hot member. 

“Hmmm… “Seokjin moaned. “Learn to control your temper better, sweetheart. You know how our kind is…”

Seokjin took a deep breath. Your tongue was still busy on his cock. It drove you nuts how addicted you were to the taste of him. “… especially to female attorneys..” Seokjin continued.

“Excuse me?!” you sat up straight, but your hand was still around his member, unconsciously squeezing it a little harder than normal.

“Ouch!” Seokjin yelped. “What are you trying to do? Pull my dick off?”

You sniggered, your grip loosened slightly as you continued to stroke him. “Tell me,” he asked, “how did your last case go? You almost lost because the opposing attorney kept throwing jabs at your gender, am I right?”

Your cheeks reddened. “How did you know about that?” you pouted.

“I get regular updates on you, sweetheart, I like to know how my protege is doing.”

You eyed him skeptically. “Wow, I’m so honored.” Your tone was flat, but your hand started pumping his cock faster. You thought back to the moment you nearly lost your temper in court, and you buried the memory deep. You leaned in and started to take Seokjin’s length into your mouth when it suddenly dawned on you.

“Wait,” Seokjin’s cock popped out of your mouth. “Is that why I didn’t get the promotion? I won that case but I didn’t get my promotion because I was too emotional?”

Seokjin groaned, in desire and in frustration. He looked down at you, kneeled between his legs, eyebrows scrunched up, eyes angry, mouth in a pout, and his hardness in the mercy of your hand. He ran a hair through his hair. 

“Now that you recognise the problem, will you solve it?” 

You nodded.

“So can we please continue?” He asked. 

You nodded again before your mouth returned to his cock. You enveloped your lips around the head, sucking it gently and licking it until you heard him moan. You started taking more of him into your mouth, the muskiness of his scent filling your nose. His hands found your head and held it gently, his fingers carding your hair. 

You continued to lubricate him with your saliva, relaxing your mouth and your throat to take all of him in. You steadied your breathing as you sucked in your cheeks, and you slowly pulled out all the way to the tip, before filling your mouth again. “That’s good sweetheart, you know just how I like it.”

You stupidly beamed at his praise, and it encouraged you to pick up your pace, sucking him faster and harder. His breathing was getting heavier, and you massaged his balls, eager for him to cum in your mouth. “No, no,” he pulled your head, and you came up gasping for breath. “I want to be in you now.”

You and Seokjin undressed immediately, and Seokjin went to the bathroom to retrieve a condom. He rolled the rubber as you positioned yourself by the window. The window felt cold on your back, but your core was wet and hot.  Seokjin lifted you up effortlessly, and your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, and your arms around his neck. 

Seokjin spat into his hand and rubbed his saliva over your cunt. Then the blunt head of his cock was at your entry, and he pushed it in, inch by inch until he was fully inside you. Adjusting his grip, ensuring he got you secured between him and the window, he started to move. Slowly at first, and once your juices were flowing and leaking, he went faster. 

You felt sweat developing on your back, making your body slippery against the glass. You dug your fingers into Seokjin’s shoulders, anchoring yourself up as he continued to pound into you. You turned your head to the side, catching the city skyline in the corner of your eye. 

“God, Seokjin,” you whined wantonly, “When I get that New York position, will you fuck me like this with the New York skyline in the background?”

Seokjin huffed, his hips not missing a beat. “Sweetheart, you’ll never get the New York position.”

You snapped your head back to look at Seokjin, he was still thrusting mercilessly into you. You pulled his hair. “What do you mean I will NEVER get the New York position?”

Seokjin’s smirk was back. He pulled out slowly then he rammed himself back into you hard, making you mewl. “It means…”

He took his time thrusting into you again.

“… you will…”

Another slow and hard thrust.

“… never get…”

He was hitting the sweet spot inside you.

“… the New York position.”

You cried out at his last thrust. “Because I’m too emotional?” you asked breathlessly.

“Because… “ his mouth was inching closer to the sensitive spot on your ear, “we’re closing that office.”

You gasped, at the news and at Seokjin’s sudden change of pace. He was fucking you fast again, pressing your body harder against the window. 

“Wait.. ah, Seokjin… “ you said between pants, “does that mean…”  

You could not finish your question because Seokin began nibbling and sucking your ear, sending your body rigid as the pressure on your cunt was waiting to explode.

“Yeah,” Seokjin panted. “I’ll be back in Seoul for good, sweetheart.”

You threw your head back against the window as Seokjin continued pistoning into you, pushing you towards and over your climax. You wailed in pleasure as the heat enveloped you. He did not let up at the slightest, his hips kept thrusting into you ruthlessly even as you began to sob from the oversensitivity.

Seokjin wrapped his arms around you tightly to move you, and you both collapsed on the bed, his cock still secure in you. He rolled to his back, bringing you on top of him. He slapped your ass. “Can you ride me?”

You pushed yourself up with your arms, your hair curtaining Seokjin’s face. You started to move your hips back and forth as you tried to get your breathing back. The sensitivity in your sex slowly turned into pleasure once again, and you quickened your pace. Seokjin moved his hands to your breasts, squeezing the flesh and flicking the nipples as they swung before him.

“Does… does this mean you’re gonna be my boss?” You asked between moans.

“Do you want me to be your boss?” Seokjin tugged your nipples, causing your back to arch.

“You’ll scold me everyday.”

“And I’ll fuck you every Saturday.” He thrusted up to meet your hips. “You like that?”

“Fuck no…” you felt the heat returning back to your core. “I’ll just hate you even more.”

Seokjin slapped your ass. “Just admit it, sweetheart, I’m your favorite among all your other fuck toys.”

You stammered as Seokjin thrusted up again, and he took the opportunity to pull you down onto his chest. Planting his heels on the bed, he held you down as he started thrusting his hips to plunge his cock into you, fast and hard. You closed your eyes tightly and felt tears slipping down your cheeks as you came closer to your climax.

“Come on sweetheart,” Seokjin whispered in your ears, “give me one more. Milk my cock.”

You cried out as your body jolted and shook. Seokjin kept holding you down, chasing his own release too. His thrusting became more messy, and he finally came too, swearing and groaning loudly.

You stayed still on top of Seokjin, your heart beating out of your chest, and so was his. You both lay on the bed, bodies sticky with sweat, waiting for the haze of your orgasms to pass.

“If you become my boss,” you whispered, “I want no special treatment.”

“Of course not, sweetheart. The only special treatment you get is I feed you after sex.”

You chuckled. “Speaking of…”

Seokjin rolled you over and pulled himself out. “Yeah yeah, order whatever you want.”

~~~

Today

Seokjin walks into your room. You barely glance up, used to him barging in whenever he likes.

“So, Yuna told me there’s a tall drink of water waiting for you in the lobby.” He plopped down on the little settee in your office. “So naturally I went to see. And you’d better get there before Yuna devours him.”

You glance at your watch. It’s ten minutes to 7pm. You smile softly, leave it to your boyfriend to arrive early. “He’s my boyfriend. I told you about him.”

Seokjin ahs. “So, that’s the man who took away my Saturday night fun.”

You glare at him as you tidy up your desk. “Yeah well, he feeds me AND reads me poetry after sex. So, sorry.”

Seokjin stands up as you ready yourself to leave. 

“Besides, now we play Maple Story every Saturday, surely that’s more fun?” You tease him. He chuckles and rubs his chin. He accompanies you walking down the hallway towards the lobby. 

Before you arrive at the glass door separating the inner office from the reception area, you turn to Seokjin and ask, “Do you want to meet him?”

Seokjin thinks for a moment. “Does he know about our history?”

“He knows MY history, but I never share any names with him.” you explain. “He only knows you as my asshole boss.”

“Now I am offended. I thought I was a nice boss!”

“Well, I rant about you too much maybe. But he doesn’t mind, because you know what happens when I get riled up.” You wink. 

Seokjin laughs. “What a lucky bastard. OK, come on, introduce your asshole boss to your boyfriend.”

Published 01022021

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Playing a bit of catch up with some retouched sketches for DEITIES that I drew in March / April, for practice and for fun in between other tasks I’m working on ✨ Full context of everything can be found under the cut, and you can also find them in my Ko-fi Gallery.

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[1] Some practice with Sobek, for reasons. One reason (aside from tying his hair up) was legitimately so I could practice drawing his ear gauges. Sobek’s dreadlocks and/or headdress are always hiding his ears so /sweeps them back for a moment, perceive them--

[2] Something of Set x Nephthys from their younger, courting days.

[3] ...Yeah so, I honestly wanted to draw an angered Nephthys. You'd have to try really hard to invoke her divine wrath, though... Found this epithet from this cool resource and Kemetic blog btw: https://fiercelybrightone.com/egyptian-gods/about-nebet-het/epithets/

[4] A loose attempt at Montu's griffin form, cuz Egyptian griffins are fun to draw /o/

[5-6] Some panels with Lord Shezmu (and feat. Montu). Enforcing rules and keeping others in line at the training grounds leaves him irritable, but well-made wine easily makes up for it.

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[Transcript Part 1/2] SHEZMU: “If you fools are so hellbent on dueling each other, at least WAIT UNTIL THE MORNING.”

(/broke up fighting & dragging to infirmary)

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[Transcript Part 2/2] Shezmu's Domains: Bloodshed, Executions, Perfumes, Aromatics, Wine

SHEZMU: (Sigh) “…What is it that you want this time, Lord Montu? I don’t have ti— is that wine?”

MONTU: “Of only the finest quality~”

SHEZMU: “…Your peace-offering is accepted.”

[7] An out-of-context interaction between Set and Rami, the latter belonging to my friend jinkzdraws @ twitter. But yes, the Lord of Chaos doesn't even pull punches with kids, damn...

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RAMI: (Challenged Set to a battle) “So you mean… I didn’t eat total sh*t back there?” 

SET: (Did not go easy on him at all—) “Oh you absolutely ate sh*t, I made sure of that~” 

RAMI: “‘Ey!”

[8-10] Bonus drawings of Jinkz’s deity OC and lovable gremlin child, Rami. His sacred animal is based on the Bat-eared fox, so I gave it a try along with his sha animal form. 𓃩 ✨

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Period Cravings

BG: Periods can be a pain. Food cravings are usually the easiest to handle. But with Hogwarts under curfew and not willing risk it all for the blood quill what could you do? Looks like someone had go above and beyond to help.

A/N: Why did I decide to write something about food in the middle of the night, it’s like I wanted to make myself crave on purpose!

This is an entry to @blisfvll ‘s 1.5 celebration writing challenge! With the following prompts:

14. “I swear to God I’ll punch you.” “You can’t even reach my shoulder.”

15. “I don’t know if I wanna kill you or kiss you.”

WC:1223.

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You don’t normally get period cramps you are very thankful for, but of course when it does come, it hurts like hell. Luckily Madam Pomfrey has a supply of menstrual pain-relieving potions available for those in need. Which you had taken after dinner. Although now sitting in front the common room fire, you had another problem. Cravings. Which magic unlikely could not fix. Oh what you would do for a plate of a hot chocolate lava cake topped with cold vanilla ice cream!  A glance to the clock- 9:55 pm- had killed whatever small hope of getting that sweet treat from the kitchens. It was almost curfew.

The last of the students were arriving back, deflated like always after Umbridge had become High Inquisitor and held Hogwarts with an iron grip.

‘If you keep making that face y/n, your brows are gonna be permanently sewn together.’ Fred remarked.

Which only made you scowled further.

‘Sorry Sorry!’ Fred raised his arms in surrender. ‘I bet you would still look cute even when your face ultimately stays mad.’

Did he just called you cute?- Well no exactly but also could he be? You thought but before your brain could process if his teasing had something behind it, your body reacted first. Next thing you know, you had hit his arm.

‘Ouch woman! You hit hard!’

‘Well these chaser arms do pay off even outside of quidditch.’ You knew Fred only tried to cheer you up. He always does, when he sees you down or anyone for that matter and would crack jokes to brighten the day.

Placing your hand on his arm as to lessen the pain you begin, ‘I’m sorry. You were just trying to make me feel better and I released all this crap onto you.’

‘Heyyy heyy it’s okay.’ Fred said, pulling you for an embrace, ‘Take it out on me all you want, I can take it. Anything for you.’

Breaking away he continues, ‘What’s got you bitter anyway?’ Genuine concern in his eyes.

You looked away. ‘Ahh it’s so stupid- It’s nothing really.’

‘I am Fred fucking Weasley, I do stupid things all the time. Try me.’

‘I want a hot plate of lava cake with ice cream.’

‘Say what now?’ Fred stated, a bit confused.

‘I would die for some lava cake and ice cream right now.’ You stated with a deadpanned face.

‘This craving is driving me insane!’ You explained. ‘Normally I would just sneak out to the kitchens but now with the threat of getting my hand scarred with the blood quill, it is a no go. No way am I risking that just for a period craving. I wouldn’t even wish the blood quill to a bully.’

‘yeah yeh….’ Fred mumbled, lost in his own thought.

Waving a hand in front of his face ‘Freddie are you even lis—’

Fred abruptly stood up. ‘I—I got to go y/n. I forgot something in the—’ Running out of the common room, the rest of his sentence cut off by the closing of the door.

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An hour later, right before you were getting ready for bed. Your roommate had come in giggling, ‘Y/n! Good you’re still up. Fred is downstairs waiting for you by the way.’

Waiting for me? What could this boy be up to now??

But you nod anyway. ‘Thanks y/f/n. I’ll be right down.’ You put on your fluffy slippers and make your way down to the common room.

You first caught sight of Fred pacing, making your way closer to the communal study tables you then saw it. ‘WHAT THE-‘you exclaimed.

‘Surprise!’ Fred said with handing presenting the table full of desserts- Chocolate frogs, cauldron cakes, hot butterbeer and the showstopper plate of a hot chocolate lava cake topped with cold vanilla ice cream!  

‘As you can see, I have also added a couple more stuff, which I noticed Ginny and Mum eat during you know the time of the month, been told that those help ease the pain and cravings. And Ohh! I also have these…’ Fred handed you more stuff from the chair. ‘Heating pads and a couple of potions from Madam Pomfrey- though she was a bit annoyed and worried that I asked her for them so close to curfew…and’ His cheeks blushed. ‘after all that she calmed down cause she said that I was being the most caring boyfriend and knew that we would make a great couple…’ Fred chuckled nervously.  

Seeing that you haven’t said anything, yet he continued hoping to salvage anything after that boyfriend/girlfriend comment, ‘apparently quite a number of teachers are shipping us together, some even have bets!’ He tried to sound nonchalant but failed. ‘Can you believe?’

Alternating from him, the food on the table and the heating pad and potions in your hand. You brain is going a hundred miles an hour.

On one hand, this is just wow, never had you felt so taken cared of before- and securely this surpasses best friend territory, right? Fred had gone above and beyond. This was some boyfriend material stuff right here. But what if you’re just overthinking and reading too between the lines y/n? What if you just want to see what you want to see.  But your thoughts keep going back to the boyfriend quality worry, the going above and beyond.  And he did mention that relationship comment right? He didn’t seem to take offence at the idea….

On the other hand, your own worry had taken over. What he had done for you was so risky, he could have been caught. If he had he would have suffered and have scars on his hand, all because of you and you could live with that. How could he be so reckless? – Wait why are you even still saying this to yourself…

You broke off your internal monologue. ‘WHAT THE FUCK FRED?!??? YES FREDDIE THIS IS ALL SO SWEET AND I REALLY DO APPRECIATE IT BUT WHAT IF YOU HAD BEEN CAUGHT?? YOU WOULD HAVE SUFFERED AND BE PUNISHED BY THE BLOOD QUILL!! HOW COULD YOU BE SO RECKLESS?!?’ Your anger from worry had slowed now, you looked up to him with soft eyes. ‘You did this all for me. If something bad had happen to you, it would because of me, and I don’t think I could live with that Freddie.’

Fred had always been able to see through you, and to see you so anxious for his safety warms his heart. He tucks the hair that had fallen out during you rant. ‘But you see love, I wasn’t caught. Reckless- Yes. But caught? Nope. Maybe I should try that again….to test my skills.’ He teased.

You glared at him. ‘You. Will. Not. Or else, I swear to God I’ll punch you.’

‘You can’t even reach my shoulder.’ Fred resorted. ‘You know… you are so cute when you’re frustrated.’

‘Ughh!’ Rolling your eyes. ‘I don’t know if I wanna kill you or kiss you.’

‘Rather kiss me more, I hope.’ He smirked. Then got serious., he held your waist. ‘But I wanna do it properly and take you out on a date first.’

You brought your hands up to the nape of his neck and started to play with his hair. ‘Well then let’s us consider this as our first date!’

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